even if Anna weren’t pestering him John T. knows it, and he’d be up and about…
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Billie finally gets all of Jean’s clothes off… and she has damn few of her own on now. She yells over for Anna and me to get a good look at her bitch. ~ Would we like to hear her squeal? She pinches her bubs. Or maybe we’d like a better look at her bonne-bouche … so she pulls Jean’s bottom around and tickles her crotch. She must want us to count the hairs … . she begins playing with Jean’s fig and runs her finger up in it … Jean is becoming very quiet… .
Anna has her dress up to her belly and she’s opening it at the top to take those marvellous teats of hers out. Billie lies across Jean and looks over at Anna’s cunt while she plays with Jean’s. Jean has her hand between Billie’s thighs, but I can’t see just what she’s doing. Anna wants me to play with her teats … she leans over and shakes them at me.
“Did that cunt ever go to bed with you?” I whisper to Anna. “She’s looking at you as though she’d like to gobble you up…”
Apparently that’s none of my business… . Anna shakes her finger at me and won’t answer. Then she spreads her legs farther so that Billie can see her fig better … Jean and Billie have stopped fighting, and now they lie and quietly pick the clothes from each other until they’re both as bare as plucked chickens except for one little spot … . Anna rolls down her stockings. Then she decides that it’s time for her to get out of her dress. I’m not one to be out of step with the rest of the world, so I undress too. And while I’m doing that they stop, those three bitches, and do nothing but watch me … Jean squeaks and bounces on the couch … she wants some of that … some of THAT! She tells the world.
Billie tells her that perhaps she’ll get some if she’s a good girl… Shit, I’d rather give her some if she’s a bad girl… Anna has slid down between my knees and is playing with my dong, rubbing her head against it while she looks over at the two cunts on the couch. Jean suddenly grabs Billie by the ass and hugs her; they’re kissing each other like high school lovers, and if you just looked at one pair of hips you’d swear that the girl was fucking. They lie there rubbing their bellies and teats and cunts together, and it’s enough to make you tear your hair, seeing them go through all the motions and not getting anyplace.
“Show them what you do to me,” Jean says. Jesus Christ you’d think they’d at least have some reticence about what they do to each other … but not those bitches! Jean spreads her legs and lies on her back; Billie isn’t much more self-conscious about her part … she slips her hand down to Jean’s belly and lets us in on the big secret.
Billie has a swell time playing hide and seek in Jean’s bush. Most of the blonde cunts I’ve run into didn’t have much hair around their figs or anyplace else, but Jean has all you could ask for, unless you were looking for something to stuff a mattress with. Billie wipes her face into it, bites Jean’s belly, and finally she kisses her squarely in the middle of her split. Then Anna and I might just as well not be there at all … Billie begins to suck Jean’s fig, and she doesn’t pay any attention to anything else… You’d think that she’d be a little less brash with strangers about … but then, one look at a cunt in a suit like that and with that mannish walk and you’d know that she likes to sniff under a cunt’s skirt … she has it well advertised already… . .
Anna begins to play around my prick with her bubs. She keeps one eye on the couch, but she’s not neglecting Jean Jeudi, either. She puts him up in that harbor between her teats and tries to rock him to sleep. Anna has teats that make better fucking than a lot of cunts that I’ve tried, and Johnny’s happy about the whole thing … especially since Anna bends over every couple of seconds and kisses his red, alcoholic nose… . .
Jean gets tired of having Billie lick her fig … . after all, she probably gets that every night of her life, or all but a handful of nights every month, and I suppose you can get tired of that just as you can get tired of anything else. Jean wants to know why she can’t be screwed now … she thinks it’s time that everybody changed over.
Billie agrees with her. It certainly is time to change over, she says … and she hops up and sets her ass over Jean’s face before Jean can guess what’s going on.
“I know you, you bitch,” Billie says, rubbing her con over Jean’s nose. “You want him to think that you’re a NICE girl! You wouldn’t be nasty and suck a cunt, would you? Why you dirty juice licker … what happened when my sister visited us? Yes, and on the very first night. And what did you let Annette teach you? Didn’t I find you with your head under Bebe’s skirt? Didn’t you let Meg play with you? For that matter, who of my friends haven’t you sucked? Damned few …
I’d say. Oh, you bitch, you, don’t try that game! Every time you go from here to the corner you come back either with your pants full of jism or your nose smelling of cunt…”
Anna goes on shaking her teats against my cock, but suddenly she has her mouth open and she’s letting me put it in. I’m in such a hurry to get there that I almost put it all down her throat… . All I call see of Jean is her ass and her waving legs, but from the sounds that are coming out from beneath Billie’s ass I can guess all that I can’t actually see. Billie holds her legs close to Jean’s head, like a jockey … . she’s leaning forward and she’s bouncing up and down … . all she needs now are spurs and a small quirt… .
Anna jumps up … and just in time, for inside of another minute I would have come. She goes to the couch and I follow her. Jean has her eyes closed, and she’s sucking Billie’s cunt as though it were a peach … . she’s feeling Billie up while she sucks her, and whatever else, she doesn’t look as though she didn’t like do that stuff.
Anna has a crazy idea… She wants Billie to suck my prick. I’d never have suggested such a thing myself, but Anna has an argument … . she’s perfectly normal herself, but she’s sucked cunts and she’s not backward about admitting it. From what she said it sounds as though Anna might have had something to do with Billie’s bonne-bouche at some time or another … and if Anna can suck a cunt, there’s no reason why Billie shouldn’t be able to suck a prick.
For a Lesbian, Billie’s a remarkably reasonable person. Most of those bitches would go through the ceiling if you made them a suggestion like that … . but Billie listens very carefully and seems to consider it for a long time. At last she throws her leg over Jean … she dismounts, that’s all I can think of … . and takes a good long look at my dong.
“You know … I think I will do that,” she says. “If it’s all right with you, Alf, of course…”
If it’s all right with me! Christ, I’m fairly reasonable myself … I can’t remember ever having refused an offer to have my cock sucked. I park my ass on the couch and wait to see what happens.
Billie doesn’t want any coaching from the gallery. She understands this thoroughly, in theory, she says, and she won’t need a bit of help … . She kneels in front me and crawls between my thighs, and after she’s looked at my prick for a second she looks up at me. She has that lovesick, moon-gazing look down perfectly … if I wasn’t pretty certain of what she is I’ll swear she was nuts about my cock and the thought of getting a suck of it… Then she begins to play with it
… not because Johnny needs any playing with, but because it’s part of her theory, I suppose. Then … in he goes.
That cunt can be damn convincing … she begins to coo and slobber over it as though there wasn’t anything in the world she liked better. She puts her arms around me and hugs me, she rubs her teats against my knees, she plays with my balls … and when she isn’t actually sucking my cock she’s either kissing my balls or she’s shampooing my belly.
By her own standards Billie is being a particularly filthy cunt. You see them hanging around
